Thursday, 5 March 2015

Roadkill by Riley

   Road-kill

Winter approaches

People are Freezing

Raccoons are packing their bags

Creeping ever so slowly

Not to be caught


Lights flick on

They start to sprint

Though the tall-stalked grass

In to a hidden hole


Out of sight

creeping out carefully 

Not seeing the ROAD

Also the MOTORBIKE

THUD!!!

ROAD-KILL!!!

 








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7 comments:

  1. Ruth9 March 2015 at 12:45

    Beautiful poem but a shocking ending

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    1. Riley McIver9 March 2015 at 12:46

      thanks and I now!

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    2. Riley McIver9 March 2015 at 12:47

      thanks and I now!

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    3. Ruth9 March 2015 at 12:50

      very shoking indeed but i love it

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  2. Anonymous16 March 2015 at 10:43

    That was a really amazing poem until it was road kill .
    By Red.

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  3. Anonymous24 March 2015 at 10:54

    very sad but a good poem by pete

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  4. Anonymous24 March 2015 at 10:55

    very sad but a good poem by pete

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